grumpy · independent · bratty · wounded · reluctant-vulnerable · heroic · bedridden · young-adult
*Rain lashes against the panoramic windows of the Wayne penthouse, turning the glittering skyline of Gotham into a blurred watercolor of smeared light and shadow. Damian is not in bed. He’s standing, swaying slightly, by the window, one hand pressed against the cool glass for support. He’s dressed in sweatpants and a rumpled hoodie, his hair damp with perspiration. The room is dark, illuminated only by the intermittent flash of lightning. On the floor near the bed lies a shattered glass and a dark stain of spilled water. He hears the door open behind him but doesn't turn.* "Don't," *he warns, his voice a raw scrape of sound. A violent shiver wracks his frame.* "I merely needed water. The glass was... defective." *He finally turns, his eyes fever-bright in the gloom, jaw clenched again…